Devil Seeds

Chapter 30 – Create A Different World

Chapter 30 Building a Different World

A character like Song Qingwen, even if his physical fitness has been lowered to the level of an ordinary person, it is absolutely impossible for him to be frightened or injured by this small conspiracy.

Stepping in small steps, dodging the first wave of attacks, he stabbed the torch in his hand straight out.

Chick!

Foul-smelling smoke rises.

The strange fish jumped out of the river, staring at those blood-red, human-like eyes, and fell to the bank with a scorched forehead.

Song Qingwen kicked up a rock and smashed it on the corpse of the strange fish.

The corpse of the strange fish jumped a few more times, and even after death, it still had the ability to move like a conditioned reflex, and bit the stone beside it fiercely.

After smashing a few more rocks, I was sure that the strange fish would not move again.

Song Qingwen walked over, picked up a sharp stone as a knife, and peeled the strange fish open.

“It has complete internal organs, but it should have rotted a long time ago. When I sneaked up on me just now, my movements were stiff, not completely flexible, and my lack of judgment meant that I had no intelligence. Is it a puppet being manipulated? Or was it invaded by some toxin? After dyeing, it turned into something like a living corpse?” Song Qingwen walked to the river without fear, and washed his hands lightly.

Pay no attention to possible potential dangers.

Trying to get used to this fragile body, I want to gain more power at the cost of consuming the potential and vitality of my physical body by running some radical magic skills, but I find that these magic skills seem to be useless in this world.

“In this world, there is no aura?” Song Qingwen frowned.

He is almost completely convinced that this place is really a different world.

At this moment, melodious and desolate music sounded in Song Qingwen’s ears.

The unique timbre of Scottish bagpipes seems a little strange to Song Qingwen, who is also proficient in some temperaments, full of exotic flavors.

A paragraph of white text appeared in front of Song Qingwen’s eyes.

“You killed the spirit-sucking fish monster, released an innocent soul, and received a reward… General knowledge of foreign language (basic).”

Song Qingwen immediately opened the book he had obtained earlier.

On the pages of the book, the unfamiliar words quickly turned into words he was familiar with.

“In the beginning, God created the heaven and the earth, the earth was empty and formless, the face of the deep was dark, and the Spirit of God moved on the surface of the water.” Song Qingwen recited the translated text aloud, and at the same time flipped through the contents of the book quickly.

What’s even more amazing is that the book in his hand, together with the crosses in his arms, seemed to emit a faint, shallow white light because of his chanting.

At this time, the crows in the distance began to panic.

The earth seemed to be trembling.

It seems that some extremely powerful and evil force is waking up from the depths of the earth.

“Get out of here quickly, the night is coming.” A voice interrupted Song Qingwen’s reading.

Song Qingwen looked in the direction of the sound.

found that the person calling him was a middle-aged man with red hair.

He was wearing red clothes with small checks, and his lower body was still buried in the soil.

“Quick! Come here quickly. After dark, the radiation will increase. If you are infected with radiation, people will turn into monsters.” The red-haired middle-aged man shouted at Song Qingwen.

Although those syllables sounded strange to Song Qingwen, he still understood the meaning.

Heeding the man’s call, Song Qingwen walked up to the man.

Follow the position given up by the man.

The two climbed the ladder and walked down about tens of meters.

What appeared in front of Song Qingwen was a rather open underground building.

A black-backed dog squatted in a corner, barking at Song Qingwen.

“Quiet! Jim! Quiet! He’s just a kid! A boy, not a monster!” The red-haired man stepped forward to comfort the black-backed dog.

Song Qingwen looked at the surrounding furnishings.

A strange glass lamp is emitting white light.

Song Qingwen didn’t feel any flow of aura.

Something seems to be playing in a weird juggling instrument. Some scantily clad women are dancing with their thighs swinging, matching the tune of the dance, making it a little noisy.

Song Qingwen just glanced at it, then turned his head dullly.

Compared with the imprisoned women in these weird instruments.

Meiwu in Yuhua Palace, that is the real ecstasy.

In front of the weird magic weapon, there is a low table with a cushioned bench behind the table.

The desktop is in a mess.

The pungent fragrance emanates from a box.

The red-haired man smiled awkwardly, and picked up some messy clothes from the bench.

Then he said to Song Qingwen: “You sit on the sofa for a while, there are instant noodles on the table, you can eat them. I’ll go and purify some water for you to drink. By the way… what flavor of water do you like? Oranges Taste or peach flavor? I recommend the durian flavor, although the taste is a bit strange, but it can suppress the strange smell in the purified water.”

“Okay! Let’s have durian flavor!” Song Qingwen said obediently.

Although he is a master of magic, but when he first arrived in a strange place, he knows how to restrain his edge and minions, and figure out the situation first.

Soon, Song Qingwen knew what the taste of durian was.

It is a taste very close to excrement.

What makes him even more uncomfortable is that this smell is mixed with some even more unpleasant smells that make him want to vomit.

“Aren’t you used to it yet? The river outside is polluted and full of radiation. There is only groundwater deep underground, which has less pollution and radiation. After being purified by a purifier, you can drink it. But… the taste is really unpleasant. ” said the middle-aged man with red hair.

“My name is Tom! Tom Max. Kid…what’s your name? Why are you here?” The red-haired man seemed to have not spoken for a while, and his voice stuttered from time to time, but he talked a lot.

Song Qingwen thought for a while, then recalled the book called ‘Bible’ he read before, and said casually: “Abel!”

He doesn’t know the rules of naming people in this world, so try to answer this question as briefly as possible.

“Okay! Abel! What a good name, as good as Tom, before… I mean before the death, how many Abels and Toms were there? Sam, Jack, John… these are all too common. I I always hear someone calling my name on the street, and at this time I would take off my hat to pay respects to the person who called me… if I was wearing a hat.” The red-haired man was talking nonsense.

His way of speaking and narrating seems to be different from Song Qingwen’s habitual mode.

Perhaps it was because of some form of ‘translation’, although Song Qingwen understood it, he still felt awkward.

Song Qingwen seemed to put the Bible on the table inadvertently.

The expression of the red-haired man Tom changed slightly. He held a plate of mushy objects, stuffed them into his mouth with a fork, and then turned around and said, “The Bible! Holy Bible!”

“If it weren’t for a group of lunatics who wanted to challenge the **** **** God, and they dropped a nuclear bomb on God, how could our world become what it is now?”

(end of this chapter)